Category Archives: Art – Written
Sitting on the Back Porch
Looking out the Window
Wishing I was out there
Seing colors you don’t see
A gift, seeing colors everywhere.
(c)g.abbey may2, 2012
15 (Sittin’ On) The Dock of the Bay
Word of the Day
Hot Pot Word of the Day: cauldron
If you like your pots supersized, English is ready with a word to designate them: cauldron, or caldron if you prefer the Brit spelling. The word has always meant “big pot” and it boasts many relatives in English, not all of them so obvious. The ultimate source is the Latin word for “warm.” Related words in English include calorie and caldera.
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Word of the Day
Lead Me On Word of the Day: lodestar
Whether you use this spelling or the now accepted loadstar, you’ll always be behind this word because it designates something that you follow. It’s literally a star (such as the North Star) that serves as a guide, and figuratively, a person or thing that serves as a model or inspiration. The lode bit is from an Old English word for “course.”
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On Being Alone
Excerpt from book: ”When the Night Falls”
On Being Alone
Being the surface gregarious person
That I always thought I was
Makes it difficult to recognize,
I really am – quite alone.
For years I lived with someone
Who slept with me each night?
A farce was played upon us both
Illusion – that we were one.
Conversations in my head
Have become the normal tract
I could ask and answer questions
Safety in the silence bred.
Now there’s someone else who talks
Ah, it’s Always about himself
Rarely listening to ME talk
My thoughts cause him to walk.
I now hoard my thoughts like loot
Seems, they are Stolen from the world
Speaking less and less each day
Soon I will be mute….
©g.abbey, 2011
Word of the Day – Maundy Thursday
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Feel the Love Word of the Day: Today, Maundy Thursday, is the day for all things Maundy, including Maundy money. It’s a special kind of money distributed by the British sovereign today, in a ceremony that is 350 years old. The word Maundy, which goes into retirement the other 364 days of the year, is from Latin mandatum, “command,” and is related to mandate. It designates the day owing to the command of Jesus in John 13:34: “Love one another.”
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Word of the Day – submerge
That Sinking Feeling Word of the Day: submerge
One hundred years ago today, two boats sank. This rather spoiled the “Boat Race” between rowers from Oxford and Cambridge Universities on the Thames, since they were the only competitors in this annual contest. In honor thereof, we salute submerge, a 17th-century verb formed predictably from Latin components: sub- meaning “under” and mergere meaning plunge. From this literal meaning has developed the figurative sense of “make obscure or subordinate.”
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Shadows are Falling
Femina by Paul Roget
I Raced the Planes
(c)g.abbey
There is a poem that goes with this post that speaks of racing airplanes. This is not a fiction poem. I did, in fact sit at the beginning of the runway, and wait for the small planes to come in to land, then they would flap their wings back and forth, and that was my signal to start. I then raced them to the terminal.
It was NOT a smart thing or safe thing to do, and was a long time ago. I do NOT advocate this action to anyone. I use it merely as an explanation of who I am.
Here is the poem:
“I Raced the Planes
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Saw a movie bout
my wild side today
Had forgotten the feelings of anger
It stirred up in that way
Bout the feelings deep inside
Those still reach up to fly
In the face of all I know,
I can’t imagine why
I ran as fast as I could go
when I left home that day
And then I ran back to the nest
when threatened in that way
My life was scuttling here and back
to there and here again
Still searching for my spot in life
that I was given to win.
I raced the planes from air to ground
to see if I’d explode
When they touched down, and
I flew on in my destructive mode.
I’ve raised my kids with strength and grit
And steel & guts, and blood
Alone became the norm,
Always kept ahead of the flood
Now someone loves me no demands
Just me, just like I am
I don’t know how to handle it
Because I’ve felt so damned.
I’ve lived rebellion, independent,
Wild beyond his dream
But yet he’s there and says he’ll stay
With me, the snow/black dove
© g.abbey.lynne no date known
Note: These are the lyrics to a song.
Abbey